From Friends to Brothers - Chapter 1: I think that's mine…

Samantha and I have been together for a number of years now. We had met a few years back during my freshman year of college. She was a junior at the time, but we worked together at one of the service desks on campus, and had many late night shifts together and eventually struck it off. It's hard to remember that there was once a time where our relationship was more ‘normal’ or at least more geared towards the kinds of relationships you see in movies or on TV, but for the first few months, that was exactly us. Living out the typical college years and enjoying the copious amounts of normal, vanilla sex. It was about the time that I think we both realized that our relationship was a little more serious than just a college hook up that Samantha had mentioned her Mommy kink.

Having been a freshman in college, I hadn’t really explored the world of kinks much and told her I was happy to indulge her, even if I wasn’t quite sure the extent of what she wanted at the time. I figured that I could make some of her fantasies come true, and along the way discover some of my own that she might help make reality as well. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that I was actually the perfect match for her, in more ways than one. I quickly fell in love with the role of being her baby boy. The pampering, coddling, caring motherly attraction quickly struck a special place in my heart that made me feel safe, secure, and accepted. I’ll admit that the diapers and baby stuff was definitely a shock and took some getting used to, but now I look forward to them. Hell, even the bottles and sippy cups became a huge bonus at home.

Long story short, I became Mommy’s little boy. When I was at home, she kept me diapered, and fed. We watched movies together, shared our hobbies and still had copious amounts of sex. But now the sex was a lot more interesting. I think the most interesting thing about our dynamic is that I am a completely different person to the outside world. Maybe it's the fact that I fell in love and wanted to do anything I could to help make Samantha happy. Or maybe this kind of relationship is the key to boosting one's confidence, since you only have to act strong and tough to the outside world.

So I finished college, got my engineering degree and got the big fancy tech job that supports us. At work, I’m the ambitious, loud, outgoing employee who gets the job done, whatever it takes. I know everyone at the company and work tirelessly to make sure everyone knows how hard I work. Not in a cocky way, though I guess some people might consider it that way.

But when I leave work, I’m Mommy’s baby boy. She takes me to and from work. Cooks, cleans, coordinates our finances, makes plans with friends, takes care of all of our logistics, and finds plenty of time to indulge in our lifestyle. She's my wife, or I guess you could call her my stay at home wifey, but she's the love of my life and there's not much I would change about our relationship.

Which I guess brings us to now. Standing in the gender neutral bathroom, pants around my ankles as I quietly unfold one of my plush adult diapers and put it on. It was Friday after all, and we had plans with friends tonight.

Essentially, the rule was if I was going to be home for longer than a 12 hour period, sleep included, I was expected to be diapered during that time. Of course, that rule was really only for the weekdays, as weekends I was expected to be diapered at all times, and exceptions were almost never made. Even when friends were involved. While I don’t think either are confident that no one has noticed, I wouldn’t put it past them. But I was fine with the idea of others knowing. Not enough to openly tell them, but I figured if they found out they would probably just ask about it. I would answer a few questions and we would go on with our life.

I pulled my pants up over the diaper and slung my bag over my shoulder, unlocked the restroom door and headed out the side entrance to find Mommy already waiting in the minivan. I pulled the handle to the back door and let the motors take over, climbing inside the back seat as Mommy smiled back at me.

“Hi Mommy!” I said as the door slid shut.

“Hey sweetie!” She said, leaning back to give me a kiss. “Are you ready to go bowling, baby?”

“You bet!” I said back with a big smile, leaning back to buckle in my seat belt.

~~

Samantha tries to keep things interesting, and I think our group of friends really appreciate that. Each week was usually something different, and almost everyone relied on Samantha to coordinate what we would be doing. I felt a smile creep up on me as I looked out at our group of friends from the counter where I was eating my hot dog and enjoying a beer. I released my bladder and let a fresh, warm stream flood into my already soaked diaper. It wasn’t like me to fill it this fast, but I also didn’t usually think about it too much. Mommy usually keeps an eye on me and will pull me away to the bathroom if needed. Which, thinking about it now, probably makes our friends think we're sneaking away for a quick fling.

“Devin, you’re up!” Jacob called out.

I lifted my beer to signal that I was coming, taking one more sip before getting up from my seat.

I could definitely feel the weight of my diaper at this point, I just hoped that only Mommy would notice.

“Alright, strike in bound,” I called out, picking up my ball from the rack.

“We’ll believe it when we see it,” Chris said from the side lines.

I eyed the pins, staring down at the bumpers that Mommy liked to set as her little way of humiliating me, but I was actually pretty good at bowling and almost never hit them. I let the ball roll down the alley and smack the pins over, scoring the strike that I was looking for.

“Told ya!” I shouted, spinning around to see Mommy gesturing for me.

“I think it's the bumpers, definitely the bumpers,” Chris joked, getting up to grab his ball.

I walked back up the steps to my seat to finish off my beer as Mommy grabbed my crotch, obviously checking to see how soaked I was.

“Changing time,” She  whispered in my ear before walking off in the direction of the bathroom.

I chugged down the rest of my beer and followed after her, following her into the family restroom. If there was one thing I did appreciate about the publicness of this side of our relationship, it was that Samantha definitely did her best to be discreet. Like myself, she wasn’t openly trying to announce to the world that she liked her men in diapers, but that didn’t stop her from finding small ways to humiliate me like the bumpers.

She pulled out a changing pad from the bottom of her purse, followed by a fresh diaper and a small travel size bottle of powder. The pad was a must for public places, as neither of us really wanted to be on the floor otherwise. She laid out the pad and down I went, laying flat on my back and looking up at her. She smiled down at me, slowly unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down, revealing my very well used diaper.

“Such a good little boy, soaking your pampers,” She cooed, ensuring that I blushed.

She pulled out a pacifier from her purse and plopped it in her mouth, which was really only something she did in public. I think the thought behind it was to make it more embarrassing if someone walked in, which definitely worked since I spent most of the time staring at the lock on the door during these kinds of changes. She pulled the soggy diaper out from under me, before sliding the fresh new one back under before giving my privates a quick wipe. A fresh sprinkle of powder of my groin and she folded the diaper back up, ensuring that the tapes sat snuggly to avoid any leaks.

She leaned over and gave the front of my diaper a kiss. “Mommy’s seal of approval,” She said before pulling my pants back up over my diaper.

She pulled the pacifier back out of my mouth and helped me up off the mat before quickly rolling it back up and stowing the supplies back in the bottom of her purse.

“All fresh and clean,” She said, giving me a peck on the lips. “And I think you're good on alcohol , mister.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I said with a smile, buttoning my pants and adjusting my shirt to make sure my diaper tails weren’t visible.

~~

The night carried on late into the evening. Cosmic bowling was ultimately the best part of bowling. I loved the light shows that went on and it really added to the whole experience. But like any good time, we eventually wrapped up and called it a night.

“Night guys!” I called out, watching everything head out as a crowd while Mommy and I stayed to clean up a little.

“No luck?” Samantha said, seeing Jacob come back from trying to call for a ride.

“Yea…no answer,” He said, defeated.

“We can give you a ride home,” Samantha said.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary. Jacob and I had been good friends ever since freshman year of college. He was kind of weird and quirky, quiet. But we shared a lot of the same interests and had easily gotten along. He still lived at home, even after graduating mostly because of the lack of a job, but that often meant that his parents dropped him off and would be asleep long before it was time to pick him up.

“Sure, that would be great,” Jacob said, following Samantha and I back to the van.

We hopped in the back as we usually did as Mommy drove us home. The car ride was pretty quiet. Jacob and I had probably had a little too much to drink, and were just about out of energy so I didn’t think there was much use in forcing additional conversation.

~~

We pulled into Jacob’s parents driveway as Jacob rummaged through his bag.

“Well, till next time…” I started to say before being cut off as I watched Jacob dive to the floor between the two seats as he unbuckled, almost as if he was trying to hide from something.

“I- I’m so sorry, I don’t know how…it must have fallen out of my bag…” He said in a quickened voice.

“Uh…” I started to say, unsure what Jacob was referring to. Though I quickly made the connection as I saw him slide his backpack closer and shuffle one of my diapers into his bag. I was pretty confident that it was mine at least, same print and everything and my work bag had spilled open from the looks of it.

“Oh- Thats uh,” I started, unsure if I should continue.

“I believe that's one of ours,” Samantha said from the front seat, now making eye contact with Jacob in the rear view mirror.

Jacob looked like he had seen a ghost. All of the color was gone from his face to the point he almost looked sick. He shifted his stare from Samantha to me as I tried to force a smile, though it was more of a cheeky grin than anything. I was humiliated, but I wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation.

“You…uh-,” Jacob started.

“You can keep it…if you want?” I said in an attempt to help reduce Jacob’s obvious stress.

“Just uh…keep it,” Jacob said, leaving the diaper on the floor before quickly sprinting up the rest of the driveway to the front door.

Samantha hit the button to shut the door and turned around to look at me.

“Looks like someone might have a new little friend,” She said with a giggle before turning back to drive the car.

“You’re not actually suggesting…” I started.

“Why not? It's worth a try at least, isn’t it?”

“What if he is just a DL? Besides, that's such an awkward thing to bring up”

“Well, he’s already outed himself, which in turn outed you, so it's not like you both won’t know about the other?”

I stared out the window as I pondered the idea. It would be pretty cool to have another friend who was into this.